He lunged again, and again. Inch by inch, thrust by thrust, there was no question what was happening; first he gained a little entry, then a lunge and...he split my virginity; then, thrust by thrust, inch by inch, he invaded, deeper and deeper. The pain was excruciating.Finally, he could go no deeper. I could feel his testicles completely against my bottom. He had everything. His full weight was upon me.Once fully mounted inside me, he stopped and slowly withdrew a little. His heavy breathing. “Nearly,” she said, a mock pout on her face.I kissed her nipples, taking the time to caress each one with my lips and tongue.“How about now?” I asked.“Nearly,” she said grinning.I knelt before her, wrapping my arms around both her legs, trapping them closed, and leaned in to kiss the lovely patch of fur there.“Oh! Bruce!” she cried as she held onto my head for balance. She was unintentionally pulling me tighter into her core. I burrowed in further, finding and nibbling on her lips.“That’s so…. “Why am I not surprised?” We both laughed and carried on with the small talk. It was nice just talking to him like this, most people would have found such a dull conversation awkward but it just sort of fitted with us, if that makes any sense. We talked about the weather, but it wasn’t dull. We chatted about jobs, it was fun. It all just seemed so easy. “Do you want to dance?“ My heart felt like it was performing in some kind of circus performance. Relax, Lilly, he means as friends, his. By the time she was sixteen she had avast experience with both men and boys. When her Mum finally found out, they moved away and hermother placed her in a Catholic all girl’s school untilshe was 18. She didn’t have sex until she met andmarried Jim when she was 21 in a whirlwind courtship.After nearly a six year sexual dry spell, it becamepainfully apparent that her two years of Catholic guilthad left their mark. From that time until today, shehad been religiously convinced that.